Long Way To Go ⇴ Syndisparklez

Chapter 1: Seeing Him

!WARNING!

-Maybe cringy...?
-Foul Language
-Rushed Slightly Because Only 2% Battery
-I know nothing about the UK
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"Hey, wake up. He's here" I woke up to see my mother standing over me with a glass of wine in her hand, her eyes glazed over. She was high on painkillers, but it wasn't anything new, it's almost like her personality. She still functions normally when she's high, so why stop her?  I groaned, pressing my face into the pillow. "Fuck that" I hissed, hearing my mom giggle.

"If I don't comply, they'll put you with him until the hearing." She said, her voice sounded normal but her eyes said other wise. I slowly picked myself up off the bed, lazily walking to the door, walking into the 'living room'. At least it's called that, all we have is a wide table, 2 chairs, stained carpet floor, and a small old school T.V, sitting on the floor. I'm not even sure if we have cable on that old thing. Mum handed me a bag, the kind of bag you buy at the store for groceries. The bag had my clothes in it, well at least a little bit of 'em.

We were in the first floor, which was the worst place to be. You hear the people upstairs wanking off, having very loud sex, and anything else. It's hard to sleep, I think the girl upstairs is a hooker too. But at least we don't have to walk down stairs like those suckers. We treaded out of the building and to the shady parking lot behind it, dust and trash was everywhere. We didn't exactly live on the rich side of town....

And then there was this fancy-ass red BMW. I could tell it was my dads, even though I haven't seen him in 3 years doesn't mean I forgot things I wish I could.. And also, who the hell would have a BMW around here?! I mean like, seriously! You don't see that everyday!

"I'll see you later Thomas, call me if you want me to pick you up." She loosely hugged me, walking back into the building using the back door on the graffiti-covered wall. When something depressing or sad happens, Mum always walks away because she doesn't want to look weak. And even the painkillers annd alcohol cannot get rid of depression.

I heard footsteps behind me. Slowly turning around, I saw non other than my dad. He didn't loon different at all, same hair, same style, and the same damn grin. It gave me chills even thinking about it.  "Hey son! How are ya'?! I haven't seen you in a loooong time!" He said in this cheery voice that made me want to see him bleed out. "Well no shit." I mumbled, walking over to the car. I have a zero tolerance when it comes to him, I don't like my time being wasted.

He unlocked the car and I swung it open, getting in the backseat, shutting it.

Well this is going to be a kind week...

'I heard  mum scream, and Alice looked at me. What the hell was going on up stairs?! "MUM?! What's wrong?!" Alice yelled, but we got no reply. "I think we should go up there, Alice." I said and she nodded, us getting up off the floor. We walked up the stairs, and I saw mum standing in the bedroom doorframe.

Alice walked over to her. "What's wrong Mum-!" My sister immedatly started crying. What the actaul hell was going on?! I slowly walked over to the door way, horrified of what i saw. Some lady who looked way younger than my dad, was on top of my dad, wearing black lacy lingrie. My dad was completely nude.

I was in a state of shock, but my blood boiled.  "How...could you?!" Mum choked out, the girl only scoffed while my dad stayed quiet. "You're to old, he needs someone... younger." I wanted to gag, who the hell does she think she is?! Alice looked up at me, and I coud tell she was disgusted.

Out of the corner of my eye, i spoted red curly hair that looked oddly familiar- Is that my brother?!'

"Tom? Tom! TOM!" I shot up to see my dad. "We're here."

Like it wasn't obvious. I got out of the car, grabbing the bag. The house was huge. It looked like it had 3 stories, painted a soft blue with white. I guess he lives the good life whilst me and mum are in the dump, how nice. And I WONDER  why I hate him so much. He's so nice to me and mum, letting us live in a run-down flat witch paint chipping, floor boards breaking, and stained carpet from the last people, and most of it looks like semen. So nice. He obviously cares. Tottally.

"Alice isn't here at the moment. She's at her work ." He said, yea like that cheers me up. I'm surprised Alice can even keep a job, she always broke plates and knocked down books when we were together. And she was 13. So I wouldn't be surprised if she was still like that now. It's in her nature to be clumsy.

"I guess I'll show you to your room, since you seem not to appeal to the thought of social contact." He mumbled the last part, but loud enough to just piss me off. "Fuck you too, mate." I shot back, crossing my arms. He looked at me with 'you did not just say that to ME' written on his face. He eventually shook it off and led me up the stairs.

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